"Big sister..." Yan Hongzhao was somewhat worried, "Why not use my blood instead?"
"You?" Chen Wei's voice came with disdain, "I'm sorry, although you're also quite amazing, young lady, the fan isn't something you can bear."
Yan Wanqing reassured Yan Hongzhao with a nod and then, without hesitating, drew a dagger and cut her fingertip. Instantly, crimson blood beads gathered at her fingertip. Without the slightest hesitation, she dropped them onto the surface of the fan. The blood beads eerily seeped in, leaving behind a very fine red dot, resembling a cinnabar mole.
Perhaps it was Yan Wanqing's decisive action that pleased Chen Wei.
Her voice became a little gentler.
"Very good, from now on, this Painted Screen Fan recognizes you as its master."
Wanqing had thought it would be an object to control her, but she hadn't expected Chen Wei to be so generous, directly giving the Painted Screen Fan to her.
This truly made her feel flattered.
